Nothing like him

Part 24

We sat on the bench for nearly 2 hours that day, before we got hungry and decided to go find something to eat. We went to a restaurant on 5th avenue and then walked down the street to an ice cream shop. We drove around the city, listening to good music and making good memories.
It felt weird being around Dean and trying not to console him though these hard times. He had cancer and wanted me to act like he didn't, how the hell was I supposed to do that?
"Dean." I started. We parked in a parking lot and finished our ice cream. He looked at me while taking a big scoop and stuffing it in his mouth, licking his lips to catch the dripping ice cream.
"Yeah?" He said
"This is hard. I don't know how to be around you, knowing about your cancer and not just consoling you, asking you about your appointments, treatments. I just.....I don't know. I guess I feel a little weird just acting so nonchalant about this." I said. Dean finished his big scoop of ice cream.
"Just try not to think about it. Think about something else. Like how babies are made"he smirks at me. I giggled then slapped his arm playfully. He laughed and looked at me. "Let's just think about something different. How's your story for your writers class going?" I sighed.
"Terrible. I have no clue what to write about. I hate my story and I hate this stupid course." I finished my ice cream then leaned back in my seat and looked at Dean who was still nodding at my little rant. He looked as if he was letting my worse sink in deep enough for him to help me. Dean always helped me.
"What are you passionate about in your writing?" He said, still looking forward out the windshield.
"I liked romance. And drama. But my story isn't the Romance type, which is stupid I know." And there was nothing that could prepare me for his next words because it is so unexpected. Dean was spontaneous and he knew I wasn't. His idea was perfect and easier for me to do. He smiles big at his little book proposal and all the ideas come to me. All the opportunities.
"When you are done they are going to love your story so hard that they publish your book" he said excitedly. I was lost in thought with a smile on my face.
"Dean you're a genius"
"I know" he kissed my lips then started driving me back home.